WHY I LIKE PINK
Gabe
Once she strips off her skirt and panties, she perches on the edge of the chair. Her breath comes in staggered gasps of anticipation.
Mine escapes in a long, guttural groan.
She’s so fucking pretty.
I stare savagely at her slick, pink center. A thin landing strip leads to the paradise between her thighs. I’m so ready to feast on her, but there’s one problem. Standing in front of her, stroking the hard outline of my cock, I arch a brow. “That’s good, sweetheart. But there’s an issue. You keep defying me.”
“How?” she asks, wobbly but breathlessly.
I narrow my eyes. “I told you to get in the chair. Not to sit in it.”
Her brown eyes sparkle. “How do you want me…Gabe?” There’s a deliberate pause before my name as her gaze drifts down her body, inviting me to look.
She’s glistening even more.
I point and draw a circle in the air. “Stand, turn around, and lift that sweet ass for me.”
She obeys.
“Now, bend over, and hold on to the arms of the chair.”
She complies again, and I groan at the filthy, beautiful sight. Her long, lean legs. Her creamy flesh. Her wet pussy.
I kneel behind her, cover her cheeks with my hands, and spread her apart.
She trembles.
I blow a soft stream of air against her wetness, like a promise of all the wild sensations to come. “I have one request, sweetheart,” I say.
“What’s that?”
“Don’t want your neighbors to hear what’s mine. Be fucking quiet. Or I’ll spank you.”
“Oh!” She wiggles her rear. “But I like spanking.”
Best. Words. Ever.
But still. She’s so damn impudent.
I dip my face, bite her ass. She yelps. “I said be quiet,” I warn.
“But I like biting too.”
“Then, if you’re noisy, I won’t spank you. I won’t bite you,” I command, and she whimpers. “Can you be quiet now?”
“I’ll try.”
“Good girl,” I say, then I bury my face between her legs and kiss her wetness. Her salty, sweet taste floods my tongue and overwhelms my senses.
As I lick and kiss, she gasps. As I experience the forbidden thrill of eating Ellie Snow, I roam my hands across the landscape of her fantastic ass. “Want to own this ass,” I mutter, then I trace a long line along her pussy, lapping her up before I return to the rise of her clit, sucking on her right there.
“Oh god,” she groans.
I raise a hand and smack her rear.
She gasps quietly, then sucks in her sounds.
I smile against her. “Good.”
I swat her other cheek.
She stifles a moan. So obedient.
I lick her again, smack her again. We become a feedback loop of smacks and swallowed groans, swats and strangled gasps, until Ellie white-knuckles the arms of the chair and whispers, “Gabe,” in a plaintive warning.
She’s on the cusp of coming, and that won’t do. Can’t let her lose her mind outside. I stop, stand, and toss her over my shoulder, still only half-dressed. I carry her inside, set her on the couch, and crawl between her thighs, my hands sliding up and spreading her nice and wide.
No idea where her dog is. Don’t care either.
I tap her right leg. “Put this one over the side of the couch. Want to admire this pretty pussy before I fuck you with my tongue,” I tell her.
With a shudder, she drapes her right leg over the cushion, letting her left leg fall to the floor. “Is this good, Gabe?”
I rumble in approval, gazing at her slippery pink lips. God, no wonder I love pink so fucking much.
Then, I French kiss her sweet cunt, worshiping her with my lips and my mouth, my hands pushing her legs open wider. She moans and writhes. But that’s not enough for me. I want screams and shouts. I stretch my right arm up, push under her shirt and bra, and grab her tit.
“Yessss,” she moans.
I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, ruthlessly, right as I suck on her clit.
“Oh god, Gabe. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
I slide up my other arm. As I eat her pussy like a starving man, I squeeze her generous tits, and she arches her back.
In seconds, my Ellie is losing her mind.
Shouting my name. No. Screaming it. My mind goes haywire, lights flashing, electricity crackling as she comes hard on my lips.
She tastes incredible, her scent filling my nostrils. I slow my pace, a soft, gentle lick as she comes down, panting, murmuring. When she laughs, that’s a sign to stop. I lift my face, smiling wickedly at my woman. She’s a blissed-out mess, hair wild, shirt rucked up, bra askew.
And we’ve only just begun. “Got a full-length mirror?”
Ellie smiles woozily. “Bedroom,” she says in a sex-drenched voice.
“Take off your shirt. Get on the bed. If you’re not on your hands and knees in ten seconds, waiting for my cock like a good girl, you’ll have to wait for it while I jerk off on your face,” I tell her.
She blinks, then swallows roughly. “Yes, Gabe.”
She pops up and races to her bedroom, stripping on the way, dropping her tank top and bra on the floor.
I rise, tugging off my shirt. When I toss it on the couch, it lands next to…a dog.
Whoa. Was Gigi there the whole time? No clue, but this dog has excellent sex manners. “You’re a good girl too,” I tell the pup, then I head to the bedroom, grabbing a condom from my wallet as I reach the doorway.
Where I just stop. Awed.
It’s like discovering a precious work of art. I’m overwhelmed, and I shake my head in appreciation.
She’s naked and glorious on all fours. There’s a mirror in front of her.
I stride over to her and drag a hand through her lush hair. “Look at me,” I command.
She raises her face. “Yes?”
“You like this? You like the way I fuck you?”
She nods, whip fast. “You haven’t fucked me yet.”
I yank, punitively, on her hair. “Everything I do to you is fucking, sweetheart. Got that? When I eat your pussy, I’m fucking you with my tongue. When I finger you, I fuck you with my fingers. Every way we touch, we fuck.”
She trembles, a long, luxurious shudder that moves down her beautiful back. “I love the way you fuck me.”
“Are you dripping for me?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Prove it. Now,” I order.
She slips a hand between her thighs. When she shows me her wet fingers, I rub my free hand over my cock. “Put it on your lips, so I can taste you again,” I say.
She runs her fingertip over her lower lip, like she’s applying lip gloss. I bend and lick off the tang of her. My brain nearly short-circuits with lust.
I break the kiss and focus on brass tacks.
“Pick a safe word,” I tell her.
Her lips curve in a grin of filthy delight. “Scooter.”
I smile too. “Perfect, sweetheart,” I tell her, then I strip off my jeans and boxer briefs, move to the other side of the bed, and climb behind her, kneeling between her spread thighs again.
“Now watch in the mirror. Don’t want you to have any doubts about whether I’d give you vanilla sex or not,” I instruct, then roll a condom down my length and notch the head of my cock against her slick heat.